Meditations on a photograph of a girl in prison holding a doll.
I’m not sure where I heard these words but they ring true: “growing up is more than resignation to the normal things as inevitable.”
Biking one night on St. Claude Ave. me and a friend stopped at various galleries as part of the second Saturday Art Walk.
Photos and words from my New Orleans visit.
I was heading to Woodland on the 4 train with less passengers at every stop—a clear sign of traveling away from Manhattan. By the end of…
Wednesday is turning out to be my favorite day of the week. It’s midway between the beginning and the end. I’d like to stay here for…
For a couple of weeks I’ve wanted to erase the miserable existence of these winter months. I could take the holiday cold with the occasional walk in 30-40 degree weather, but January brings an intolerable coldness; the one that leaves the bitter cold on tips of fingers and toes even after entering a warm room.